Sorry I’ve been MIA; I’ve had Crohn’s problems since Sunday. I’ve always called it a Crohn’s attack, but my doctor doesn’t as it’s not an active inflammation, it’s an obstruction due to damage done by old flare ups. Picture the end of my small intestine, the terminal ileum, as a mass of scar tissue. Things get stuck in the narrow spots. My pipes get clogged and I can’t use rotor rooter or Drano. Well I could be they would kill me. This was a slow onset obstruction. I felt a bit bloated after brunch on Sunday but still felt good enough to eat dinner. I shouldn’t have. I could feel the pressure building up in me. I was saved from eating a late snack by a call from Katherine. I had called her earlier as in a world without COVID-19 I would have been seeing her band, Bobtown, at First Acoustics in the afternoon.
Katherine and I ended up talking for hours. I would not have been capable of that conversation afterward. I wouldn’t be capable enough now, I’m too weak to think that deeply. I haven’t been up to writing at all until immediately before I started writing. Some of the clog opened up. This is the most coherent I’ve been since then. I did have one more conversation, River called on Monday morning. We didn’t talk as long or as intellectually so I could get by listening more than I spoke. Since Monday morning I’m have not stayed awake for more than two hours at a time. I didn’t eat at all on Monday and had no desire to. I drank in sips to stay hydrated.
Today I felt a little better in the morning. I tried eating a peanut butter sandwich in the afternoon. That was a mistake. I won’t eat again until all the discomfort is gone. I tried calling my gastroenterologist. The hospital must be so overwhelmed that I couldn’t even get a phone to ring. I tried again a few minutes after five and got a recorded message that the office was closed and to call again during office hours. I don’t have COVID-19 but I’m having health consequences of COVID-19.
As obstructions go, this has not been a bad one. I’ve had pain but I was never doubled over in pain. I won’t go into more detail than that. I’ve reached my energy limit, so I’ll post this and go back to sleep. You know what’s wrong with this entry. It doesn’t convey how much I loved talking to Katherine and River. Presently the idea of talking to someone tires me out. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll feel up to it.
Wise Madness 